A Very Merry Christmas to You! We slogged through this year like most Americans, wishing things were better, but glad they weren't worse. Your author made it (for a change) with no hits, no runs and no errors. And with the last piece of titanium removed from my collar bone, I feel a like a young beagle puppy looking for its first rabbit: Really eager to go get one, but not sure what it looks like or how fast it's going to be. So
I decided to join a high tech start up called BlackRidge Technologies. I'm one
of a half a dozen founders trying to develop an innovative approach to securing
networked resources from cyber attack. I dove in with both feet, even though I
know little to nothing about steganographic header splicing and syn packet authentication,
but if you understand what I just said, we want to talk to you. As far as syn
packets go, I always thought they occurred in the back seat of Dad's 63 Chevy.
The only thing that isn't fun about the company is the pay plan. (Noda) At least
I get founders stock
. What stings, though, are the week-long trips to DC
once a month on my own nickel. Ouch. We're seeking $15M of A Round funding in
a VC market that is frozen by the credit crunch. Once we find funding, the real
fun, and a pay check, will start. We're close though: Cisco wants in. Oops, I
think we need a good attorney. One low cost bit of family fun was the Miller Family Reunion in Chinook, WA. Rhonda's cousins threw the party, which was great fun. The various cousins, age 7 to 57, had a great time, while everyone caught up on all things family. Amazingly, no one uttered a cross word! How many families could make that claim after two days of non-stop eating and drinking? Not many. (It was only because Rhonda's mother was not invited .but I'm not one to gossip) In
February, we returned to St Kitts. Sadly, the Four Seasons Nevis was pretty much
destroyed by a hurricane late last year, so we were forced to substitute the St.
Kitts Marriott. We didn't trade up, that's for sure. Okay, I'm whining. We did
some diving, which was nice, although a recent hurricane stirred up the water
a bit. At one point Kelly surprised a sea turtle, coming within inches. The critter
executed the most amazing back flip I've ever seen, before swooshing away. Kelly
insists it actually loved her, and was just showing off. Still, I avoided the
hazy water left in the wake of the turtle. You never know. Later we repeated our
2006 climb up the 3800 foot Mt Liamugia volcano. You have to use roots and vines
to pull yourself up the near vertical trail. Great exercise. Rhonda swears it
was easier this time. My opinion is that she was just showing off because she's
been going to Jazzercise four times a week. She says that I should try it. I say
I'll try it when I can no longer run up Windy Hill. After a week at the Marriott,
we moved to the extraordinary Ottley's Plantation, a sugar plantation built in
the 1600s with a stunning view of the Caribbean. I normally have a "no repeat"
policy on vacations. The only exception is Ottley's. Ali says she that some day
she wants to get married there. Yikes. However, after being away for three years,
upon spotting us, the staff ran across the room to give us a hug, even remembering
our first names. A+! God I love that place!
I was wondering how this empty nest thing was
doing to go down with the Mom. Not bad, not bad, although she did fly Ali back
for a weekend to see Rent with the original cast up in San Fran. Kelly joined
us for dinner and the show. It was really a Girl's Night Out. Dad fidgeted through
the whole thing, while the girls went wild. (Do you know all of the words to the
songs in Rent?) You'd think the Beatles had come back or something. In
July we vacationed with Ali and Kelly in St Thomas, during Ali's last Summer at
home before going off to college. This was Ali's call, I probably would have gone
somewhere else. Still, it was the Ritz Carlton. The best part, we all agreed,
was the Lady Lindsey, a stunning 65 foot catamaran operated by the Ritz. We took
the Lady on a terrific snorkeling trip to Virgin Gorda in the British Virgins.
(Notice I let this opportunity for sport at the expense of the Brits pass
)
On the way back from Virgin Gorda, a brief but ferocious squall slammed us with
hurricane strength winds. Visibility went to zero, the winds howled and the horizontal
rain felt like bullets! Fantastic, what a rush! Only the crew panicked. But I
think we're done with the Caribbean for a while. The places are all starting to
all look alike. That sounds harsh, doesn't it? Where's your gratitude Wentzel?
Still, we all voted for Rome as our next destination. Jeez, I need a job that
pays! Rhonda managed to sail through the Great Recession to the Great Recovery. I guess with the economy shedding jobs like crazy, people need competent financial advice more than ever. I am extremely proud of her. Rhonda's goal is to provide her clients with the absolute best service across all aspects of their financial lives at the lowest possible cost. It doesn't get any better. She sleeps soundly ever night. Well .except for some guy's occasional snoring.
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